My muse used to come to me
almost daily
feeling inseparable
two entities as one
but she has been gone
gone for many years
taking away a part of me
I used to think
she crushed me
burying my existence
under a rock
my heart closed off
I became so cold
bitter
jaded
I woke up one day
and found my muse
was back again
transcribing words into my head
bleeding emotions to my senses
When I woke up
all of me awakened
to find a heart alive
not dead
Awake and beating
looking forward
to each waking moment
wanting to fall asleep
remembering and wanting
dreaming
No longer cold
No longer bitter
No longer jaded
No longer feeling alone
My muse came back to me
she opened up my heart again
so I could feel
so I could live
Her pen was back
in my fingers
as I wrote sonnets
insatiably
the words keep pouring out
creating new memories
no diatribes
just floating desires
built out of melancholy thoughts
expressions fulfilling each and every day
the cord that was broken
between my heart and my head
has fused together
creating their own vigil to the memories past
paving a trail
to recapture my dreams.

mtheve 5/17/2010